In August, during the week I waited for an appointment to confirm that I was having my fifth miscarriage, I didn’t let myself grieve.
The time for that will come, I thought. Not yet, I thought. When we know for certain, that’s when I will let this grief in.
Instead, I did my usual work. Cooked our usual meals. I tidied …
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